I love skinny ones.I love fat ones.I love thugs.I love businessmen, salesmen, coaches, janitors, dishwashers, soldiers.I love wealthy athletes as well...as lazy n!&&@s who sit around and drink malt liquor and smoke Newports and collect welfare.I love them one-at-a-time, two-at-a-time, or a whole group standing in line to take a turn with me.(LOL, my favorite is probably still one-on-one, though)I don't love light-skinned ones, or mocha, or caramel half-breed Obama ones.I DO love black as coal. The magazine she’d given me still excited me beyond measure, but I still didn’t quite have it in me to believe that she really wanted to do that. Not really.Come Thursday evening I showered and sprayed enough deodorant on myself to kill a small insect population. “Have a nice time, dear,” my mother said as I left the house, clearly not imagining for a moment that I was off to have rampant sex with her friend.Instead of going round the front of the house, where I might be seen from the street, I. With his teeth he began to grab the scrunchy…almost moving it once or twice before realizing she had tied it too tight, probably on purpose. He looked over frustratingly at Lexy as she took her pants off though left her white tennis on, revealing a light blue thong. She crossed one of her legs over Alicia’s and the two girls looked on at the boys’ predicament, slowly rubbing through their panties. Mark tried unsuccessfully to pull the scrunchy off from the side with his teeth for a good five. We found a decent tittie bar and had some beers, groped some strippers, then headed back to our hotel. I got extremely horny during a lap dance from a hot stripper. She let me fondle her boobs and rub her pussy. I wanted to jerk off. I was also about half drunk, and when we got back, I wandered off. I went over to the store that's always open, and looked for flashing opportunities. Never a good idea when you've been drinking. I did get a few dbs and put my hand down my pants, rubbing my cock.